--- DB Sommer <sommer@3rdm.net> wrote:

ginrai wrote:

Parent Teacher Conference

Not always a fun time for the student ^_^

Never, to my knowledge. :)

Well, a teacher's pet who got good grades might enjoy
it.  Or a student whose parent passionately disagreed
with a disliked teacher.

Writer's note: This was done in inspiration for

Larry F's 100'th weekly

update letter for the homepage he's graciously

letting me use. In
keeping

in

the Azumanga manga vein, this will be short and

almost pointless. ^_^

You forgot 'amusing' ^_^

That's in the eye of the beholder, as always.

Indeed.  They don't always have to be that way.

---

I am a bomb.

I have carried this secret my entire life.  I do not
know exactly why I was created.  I do not know who or
what I was supposed to destroy.  All I know is that,
one day, I woke up with hazy memories and a life that
had not existed yesterday, but definite knowledge of
what I was.  My "family" was tricked into taking me
as their own; perhaps I was adopted, or perhaps the
real me was abducted and disposed of.

Somehow, I know such a thing would have been trivial
for those who built me.  Thinking about it gives me
shivers.  I am glad I do not know them.

But I am grateful for the knowledge they left me.
Both that my body was made slightly different from a
real person's, mixing certain chemicals with ordinary
human blood, and how to trigger that difference into
enough explosives to make a crater about the size of a
car.  Certain false strands of my hair, when removed,
will start the reaction.  I've put them into ponytails
so I won't accidentally pull them out when combing my
real hair.

For a while, I thought I would just find the most evil
person I could, stand real close, and detonate.  But
maybe that's what those who made me meant for me to
do.  If they made me, maybe they put in some catch so
I would hate a certain honorable person, pure of heart
except in my warped view.  I'd never know.

So, instead, I decided to live.  Truly live,
experiencing everything there is to see and know and
do.  And to study.  Study hard, so that some day, I
can figure out how to disarm this curse I carry, or at
the very least figure some way to be certain my target
deserves to die when I...

No.  I will not detonate.  I refuse to have my
destiny written for me in such a manner.

*yank*  *tic tic tic*

Oh, no.  Osaka-san...that you have doomed me is bad
enough.  But you will not survive either.

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